Cecilia's All Hopped Up (for a minute)

Whenever the sun is out this time of year (rare for Detroit) Cecilia gets a little wacky in the morning- she jumps on all the furniture, chews on anything new, such as this Esquire.  But it's over in a flash and soon enough she returns to her regularly scheduled all-day nap.

Bunday Munday - bedroom invasion

"One-Adam-12, One-Adam-12, we have a 602 in progress. Over."

Bunday Munday- Morning Yoga

Here, Maxie demonstrates the bunny version of balasana (child pose).

Bunday Munday- Napping and Grooming

Now that the afternoons are warmer, Maxie likes to lay down on this concrete base for one of the I-beams that holds up the condo ceiling. It stays cool to the touch even if he's been laying on it for a while. He tucks his rear into the I-beam; his back half fits into it perfectly. The summer doesn't seem to bother Cecilia as much- she still saves her lay-down naps for the cage floor, or under the sofa.

Bunday Munday- Almost Disapproving

The picture isn't the best, but it's the closest I've come to classic disapproval.

Bunday Munday- Grooming

After eating and dozing, this is what Max and Cecilia like to do best.

Bunday Munday- Baby Cecilia

I was going through an old file and found this pic of Cecilia sampling a smorgasbord of cole trimmings. She was about 8 weeks old. It's my only baby pic of her.

Bunday Munday- Max's Angst

(meh)
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There always seems to be a small storm brewing in Max. He can sit perfectly still for a long time, and he wears a perturbed look on his face for the duration. Unlike his sister Cecilia, he's no happy-go-lucky bun. I've seen him flop only a few times, and his rare binkies are usually confined to tight, small circles. I wonder what goes on in his little noodle.

Bunday Munday- Hole, On Schedule

She'll finish this job by the end of the day. It's done when her big furry butt can fit through it.

Bunday Munday- Mmmmm, Concrete

(licklicklicklicklick)
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Our condo has I-beams holding up the ceiling (industrial "loft" style). At the base of the I-beams are 2x2 foot slabs of concrete. The buns like to lick the concrete. They like to lick it so much they leave wet spots. Licking the concrete occurs after breakfast but before afternoon sleepytime. Buns are funny.

Bunday Munday- Some privacy, please?

Can't a girl get some privacy 'round here? Always with the camera...

Bunday Munday- Bunny Butts

(licklicklick)
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If you stick your hand in between them when they're sitting like this, it's the warmest, softest thing you can possibly imagine. And they don't seem to mind too much. At least, they don't get up and leave.

Bunday Munday- Cecilia's Toilette

Why should she like to sit slightly elevated while grooming? I have no idea. But she does.

Bunday Munday- Noir Buns

She blew into my cage on a cold winter wind, wearing a full-length brown fur coat. She was a real looker, though given to flights of fancy. Her claws could be sharp, but that dish had gams all the way up to her velvet ears. She asked to share my chew, and who was I to say no. She tossed her pretty head, said she liked my nose. Days went by, we bumped gums, we pitched woo. I was dizzy with this dame, even thought about making her my frau. Turned out she was a chisel and a worker to boot; I shoulda known she'd breeze.

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Bunday Munday- Box time

Every morning at about 10:00 is box time. Cecilia favors the box over Max, but then she's the alpha bun so she always gets her way, no matter what. Oh, to be the alpha bun.

Bunday Munday- Hey hoomans, wher'd the tree go?!?

I blame the hoomans for the mysterious and abrupt disappearance of my Christmas tree.

On the bright side, at least I still have this tasty box.

Bunday Munday- Ears to you

Friends, Romans, countrymen. Bunnies.

Bunday Munday- Tocks and hocks

Cecilia, giving me her full attention.

Bunday Munday- Tannenbaum buns

(We demand more trees, hoomans!)

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We put up the tree a couple of weeks ago, and this is now where the buns love to be more than any other place in the house, day or night. I shudder to think what will become of them come January. They will feel so adrift without their very own tree to hunker under.

We had to take away the tree skirt-- naturally, they wanted to eat it. Same goes for the presents. But as we hooman slaves all know, buns come first.

Bunday Munday- Not fat, fluffy

(Cue wolf whistles)
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Cecilia is a big girl. She's a whole lotta of bun. But this snap of her sitting on the edge of the buns' empty bottom bookshelf is too much. Gedda load of that overhang! Surely they make bras for that.